Bell
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THAT DAMN… A muscle in her cheek starts to throb. Carefully she chooses her words. “I have come to collect what you owe me. My prey was able to escape thanks to your interference. Now you must pay me back.”
YOU OWE ME BIG TIME BUSTER
Glaring at his smirking face she continues.
“Who is your master anyway?!! They should be taking care of you. Not leaving a infant like yourself alone to meddle in other’s affairs.” -
Looking up at the sound of his voice she notices him staring at her. Pushing herself away from the desk and her ice drawings she glares up his tall frame to his face. He is really drinking?! Humph “You are actually drinking that /stuff/?! For what reason?!! I mean it’s not like you can get drunk from it…” And the taste is horrible She adds to herself, glaring up at the taller figure
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From a distance she follows the male cold one. Riding hard to keep up with the rapidly retreating figure, she watches as he turns into a town still dragging his necro load behind him. Still watching she see him come out no longer carrying a body with the pack on his shoulder bulging with what she knew to be coin. Liquifying her snow horse she follows him in the shadows by foot.
What is he up to? She thinks to herself. Oh well. A way to relieve my boredom I guess… Grinning to herself she senses the icekin’s powers inside his belongings being taken up to the second story of a rundown bar and inn. Smirking she thinks to her self Well I might as well go and wait for him.
Forming a ladder out of snow she climbs up to the second floor to enter through the window of the room of which she sensed the man’s magic. Inside she finds a desk, chair, and a bed on which lies the person’s pack. Growing bored again with waiting, she sits down at the desk to doodle with frost on the desktop. -
Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!
See girly? This is what happens when you get out of shape. You have become as slow and ungainly as a middle aged man! Half a year away from the wilds and what happens?! You are pathetic.
I didnt want to! I just couldnt! I couldnt stand another failure…
You sissy! You nearly had him!
I just couldnt forget what happened to the last one! He lost his memories for crying out loud!! Who knows what happened to him?! I just dont want a failure on my hands /again/!
You wont. I can promise you that. This one will survive. I can promise you that.With a sigh, she climbs to her feet and turns to remove her blood from the now empty snow prison. Leaving a small quantity of droplets in the snow, she reshapes the snow. She forms a horse out of ice and blood thus animating it. “Now where is that bastard?! First he disturbs my work making me lose my concentration, making me lose my quarry. WHERE IS HE?! Now /he/ had better help me find that man again, in return for all the trouble he has caused me.” Mounting up on her snow steed she sets off to find the person who decided to so rudely interrupt her workings.
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Allowing the man’s evil fire-bomb to hit her, she wills herself into melting and letting her body race through the soil after this peculiar human. As she moves swiftly underground she continues to talk to herself.
Oh deary me, he actually means business.
Then by all means, lets give him some!
But dont you think…?
No. That silly molotov was an act of war. Convert or fail, one of these ways he will fall…Deciding such, she rushes back up to the surface, building a tight cage of snow around the man as he continued to run. Allowing the cage to move with him so as he would not expect anything to be amiss, she carefully bites her finger to combine a small amount of her blood within the snow, creating unmeltable ice crystals.
Smirking she causes walls of this impossible to melt snow to rise up around man in a tight rectangular prism, encasing him in a pillar of impenetrable ice.
Walking up to the icicle of a human, she runs her hand gently on the smooth ice as though it were glass.
“I have a little proposition for you. There is a war going on. Every side for themselves. You puny humans have no chance against the rest of us. You will all have to choose your side eventually. Or in your case, be required to choose one of two options: Freely become a Cold One of your own free will; or I could just convert you by force and take away your thoughts. You would be nothing more than a puppet on strings. I could let you go, but if I were to release you now, one of the other two would just /snatch/ you right up and convert you to their own faction. I am very sorry, but I can not allow this as this would turn you into the enemy. So. Choose. Your humanity or your will, one must go.” -
Continuing to search through her papers, Bell finally finds the one she is looking for. “Here it is!! Got it!” Reaching into her desk she pulls two copies of two sheets of paper as well as two small copper birds similar to the one she had just received.
Holding the birds tightly in one hand she rolls up the papers and attaches one to each of the birds. Whispering to them she tells each of the birds a separate name. “Maylee.” She tells the first. “Arron.”
Out of the window they flit to each land in the laps of their respective persons.The first paper says the following:
Orders for M and A regarding rescue mission to Group 1 Troop 1’s Base (Castle).
Target: Name; Simon Age;17 Height; 6ft Weight;150 pounds Appearance; Green hair, hazel eyes, eye patch with bomb cartoon on it over right eye, normal build. Traits/info; Simon’s past is shrouded in mystery. The first things he can truly remember are waking up three years ago in a pile of rumble with a cut across his right eye. Other than that he can only vaguely recall that his family were specialized weapons experts and that he can recall every bit of his training with them. As such, Simon is a master weapons crafter and well suited for combat. His preferred weapons are miniaturized bombs that he carries on him at all times. These bombs come in multiple different variants and types which allows him to switch up his style in mid combat. He also keeps multiple throwing knives and two custom hand crossbows with specialized ammo on hand as well. Has also trained himself to make improvised weapons when unarmed and to create medicines and poisons with many different types of plants. Even though he has been through a lot, he is a kind hearted person, quick to trust and easy to get along with. He is a nerd at heart and will often create weapons from his favorite fandoms as a hobby. He has a huge sweet tooth and a quick temper if anyone where to hurt his friends.
The Second page was much shorter saying only this:
Objectives: 1) Avert and avoid all notice with other residences with in the castle. 2) Remove target from building and return to base. 3)Conceal your work. 4) You know the rest. Just as we talked about.
Before imploding, the birds jump onto their person’s shoulder to whisper words, in Bells voice, in their ears.
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“It will not do much” Bell tells Kissa with a smirk. “It will only confine your spirit to your body, /which/ is where it should be now, resting, and NOT bothering me with your silly antics.” Fuming, Bell once again hits the intercom to the infirmary. “Crystal, its not going to hurt you. It is only going to affect Kissa. Just please put it on her.”
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A pale almost translucent shape walks softly on the grass following a much larger male figure. As she walks, the shape leaves almost no trace behind her except for a path of frost and frozen grass in her wake.
-It is too warm. She thinks to herself. Too warm hearted. Kindness so thick you can smell it wafting off of him. A powerful Firekin he would be… She shakes her head as though to clear it.
-No! That is not the point! You need him for yourself!
-But what if he isnt suited for this?!
-Hearts will always freeze with time. You are just quickening the inevitable. And it’s not like it’s going to hurt him anyway…
-Not very much at least…Once again shaking her head, she dodges quickly into a dark corner as the man turns to look behind him as though he knows that he is being followed.
-You could just turn away now. He will never survive the ritual…And then you will just have another dead one on your hands.
-But just think of it…if it works!
-But think of the costs…
-Doesnt that small chance of success outweigh the chance of defeat?!Deciding to finally do it, She mentally points to the rain puddle that the man has just stepped in, freezing it solid. Pinning his feet to the ground he is unable to move.
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Name: Ava EisMädchen
Age(approx.): Unknown
Appearance: Icy white skin, Long white hair usually kept up in a tight bun, Dark blue eyes, Appears to be in her late teens, wears pale blue lightweight clothing underneath a pale blue jacket created from breathable (I mean moving) ice.
Species: Frealen/Cold One hybrid (ie A Frealen knocked up a human female and then turned his baby daughter…that arsehole…This Frealen attempted to change Ava’s mother but the process killed her. Ava later killed him revenge for her mother’s death.)
Affinity: Dislikes males, blaming every man for her fathers behavior. Attempts to avoid contact with others and would rather freeze a person instead of talking to them.
Powers/Weaknesses: Controls all forms of water. Is able to animate snow and change the shape of ice due to physic abilities. Weapon of choice: Ice daggers.
((Haha, I have probably watched The Snowmen DW episode one too many times…XDD))
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Finally calm, Bell nervously shuffles looking for the correct information. A small beeping noise suddenly starts in her headset. In a smooth movement she pulls down a visor over her eyes and glares at the small figure waving her arms in front of her commanding officer.
“Kissa, if you refuse to heal and sleep when commanded I will be forced to restrain both your body and your mind within the infirmary.” Saying this Bell gets up from her desk and yells into the intercom into the infirmary, “IF ANYONE IS STILL IN THERE COULD YOU PLEASE PICK UP THAT BRACELET ON THE SIDE TABLE AND PUT IT ON KISSA’S WRIST?!! BROWNIE POINTS TO THE FIRST PERSON TO DO SO!!!” -
A small copper bird (Riordan reference for anyone who got that :P) flies out of a small window in Troop 1’s Castle. Swiftly it flies towards the east, finally flying a window in a large building to land on the desk of a surprised Bell.
“That damn boy…what is so important that he had to send a messenger pigeon?! I was busy…” Muttering to herself, she pulls out a thin sheet of metal and places it before the bird. Hurriedly it pecks out the following:
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(For those losery people who havent memorized morse code here is the translation:)
BELL. UNSURE HOW LONG THIS CAN GO ON FOR. M IS GETTING SUSPICIOUS. REQUESTING IMMEDIATE REMOVAL. YOU NEED TO CLEAN TRAINING ROOMS ON YOUR WAY OUT TOO. WATCH OUT FOR THE MAGIC USERS S.…Before instantaneously combusting.
After reading his short message twice carefully, she jumps up out of her chair before grabbing her communication device and yelling, “REI!!!!! SHIT IS ABOUT TO HIT THE FAN!!!! I NEED YOUR HELP IN WITH THIS!!!! *In a calmer voice* Can you please get here ASAP? Thanks.”
Closing the discussion she begins sorting through her papers to find the correct documents for what she will need in the events to come.
(Ie I will post details later. Heather and Ceder, get ready…) -
((Sorry people this one is going to go rather fast, but hopefully it will allow everyone to get back to base and their heads in the game))
“AHHHHHHHH!!!” Bell shrieks, and drops the syringes she is holding, as she is tackled by the six year old. Staring down she see the little girl and promptly begins to scold her. “Adeline Morfran Lovett! Never scare me like that again!!” Bell tugs her cheeks firmly as punishment, before hugging her in a tight embrace. “Awwwww. Your steak is in the kitchen you know? It’s probably cold now but we can always reheat it I guess.”
Turning to Arron and Maylee she tells them “I’ll explain later. For now lets just head outside, I dont want to be in here if she starts flipping out again” Bell walks out the door, dragging the small child behind her still clutched to her waist, all the while thinking to herself. Oh man, I hope the tranqs are strong enough to keep her down this time until she recovers enough to be able to control herself.
Leaving the infirmary, Bell drops the now empty syringes into a bin by the door, and dusts off her hands. Outside of the building she turns and asks the older figures “So. Who wants a late lunch? If you are hungry the mess hall is still serving food.”
((I figure its about lunch time/1pm. Or that you two will probably want to eat some more…Fatties. :P))
“I have some other business to attend to so you two are on your own for now until everyone else makes it back.” Turning, Bell walks away still dragging the small figure behind her. Forgetting something she turns back to ask another question to Maylee. “Oh I nearly forgot! May are you thinking of joining us? We could always use another. And I’ll give you permission to break Arron” She points at the male standing next to you with a evil grin on her face. “As much as you want if you decide to stay on.”
Towing along the little girl, she walks back to the kitchen. Once inside she plonks the small child down into a chair and promptly zaps a plate of steak in a machine leaving the steak a steaming hot bloody mess. “Here Addy.” Bell says. “I will be back in a moment, alright? I need to go check up on the rest of the Cadets.”In the command room Bell once again places on her head set to come in contact with Rei. “Base to Rei. You hearing me? I need you to make sure that no one else is out there and that all of the kiddies got back safely. I think that Teanay is the only one left. I am sending her coordinates to you now.” She finishes with entering their location into Rei’s receiver.
((Ok sorry. I know not much time to respond. But I had to get everyone covered. TTYL ~Bell))
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Bell followed them inside. She bits her bottom lip as she looks worriedly at the unconscious Kissa on the bed. Turning around Bell rushes over to the cabinets that cover the far wall, and starts pulling out vials of clear and pale liquids. “Lets see…Sleep, healing, Homo sapien tranquilizer, where’s that freaking Fox-Tranq? I know it’s in here somewhere. Ah ha! Got it!” Holding the vials carefully in one hand, she grabs a mixing beaker and a syringe with a steel needle and carries them over to a small table. Carefully Bell measures out various proportions of five of the fluids before draining the mixture into the syringe. “Ok then. Well here we go…” Bell walks back over to Kissa’s bed. “Move out of the way”, She tells Maylee.
“Kissa, I need you to listen to me. I am going to restrain you now. It is just a security precaution to protect the both of us, alright?” Saying this she presses a button next her bed, causing wool lined titanium clamps to spring up from the edges of the bed to fasten around Kissa’s waist, arms and legs.
Holding tightly onto Kissa’s left arm, Bell plunges the syringe into her wrist in her ulnar artery.
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Sitting at a large bank of screens, Bell rapidly taps in commands into a large computer. After a moment an image is projected onto the space before her. Placing on a headset she speaks at the projected little figures.
Near Rei in the forest
A small screen pops out of a nearby tree showing a furious Bell. “Rei!!! Report!!! What is this spike in paranormal-activity a few minutes ago?!!!! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PROTECTING THEM!!!! OH SHIT!!! Someone’s back…I got to check in on this…”
Running outside she notices Maylee holding a small body. -
She merely shrugs. “I have experience. What else does one need?”
A loud beeping noise comes from the closed door nearby.
“Oh shit! Sorry, I need to check on this…What the hell did they do now…” She says as she rushes into the room and shuts the door behind her.